Ohara

I first visited Ohara last spring (2016) when my parents were visiting.  It is just an hour north of Kyoto Station.  It is technically still part of Kyoto, lying within the city limits.  But it is a world away in spirit.  Perhaps it is the altitude (291m / 955 ft).  Life in the mountains always feels different - in any country.  The big sky, hemmed in only by tree and rock.  The space, the quiet.  Civilization dominated by Nature, rather than the other way round.  You can breathe in the mountains.  Everything is clear, bright, alive.

Jikko-in

When you sit in a temple you are basically sitting outdoors.  When the shoji screens are open it is only the roof separating you from the elements.  In spring and summer, even autumn, this is no problem.  In winter it is a different story.

You are drawn to the beauty of the snow-covered garden.  The rocks and trees, black brushstrokes against the immaculate white, like a sumi-e painting.  You sit down on the tatami as you would any other time of year.  But within minutes you feel the bite of the cold air.  Your best winter socks cannot compete with 0°C  (32°F).  Your toes begin to numb.  Your breath lingers in the air like temple incense.  Your nose and ears are the next to succumb to the frigid temperature.  A gentle breeze blows the falling snow inside and you watch it melt first on the engawa (veranda) and then the tatami.  You enter a sort of trance as your blood slows and your internal furnace starts to falter.

It is a battle of the will.  A seasoned Buddhist monk might have the mental and spiritual power to survive a winter afternoon meditating in this environment.  I am no monk.

Ume (梅)

I set out from Ryoanji with no particular destination.  A dérive.  I left the main road and let the side streets and architecture guide me.  In Kyoto it is not long before you stumble onto a temple or shrine.  I crossed over the Tenjin River and suddenly Kitano Tenmangu appeared.  I had been to this shrine once before a few years earlier, but because I was approaching it from a different direction I didn't recognize it.

I was surprised to see the temple crowded with people.  Even more surprising were the hundreds of ume (plum) trees bursting with the first blossoms of the season.  I had seen a lone ume blossom a few days earlier on a farm in Katsura.  Despite the frigid January temperatures this flower had somehow forced itself into the world, a single white blossom on a tree black with winter rain and snow.

Kitano Tenmangu is famous for its ume.  It was the favorite tree of Sugawara Michizane, a Heian period (794–1185) scholar, poet and politician to whom the shrine is dedicated.  Ume Matsuri (Plum Blossom Festival) has been celebrated here every year on February 25th for more than 900 years.  Apparently, before sakura (cherry blossom) came into fashion, ume was the favored spring flower of the Japanese nobility.  This tree also holds a special place in Japanese folklore as a guardian against evil spirits.  It is traditionally planted in the north-east corner of a garden, the direction from which evil is believed to come.  And unlike the sakura, the ume tree bears fruit, which when pickled is a Japanese specialty.

In early February when the sky is a sharp gray these little pink and white flowers arrive punctuating the stark winter landscape.  While they don't have the same celebrity and industry built around them as the sakura, they are still beloved by the Japanese as a harbinger of spring.

In the U.S. a scruffy rodent called the groundhog is the messenger of spring.  Its appearance on February 2nd after a long winter slumber roughly marks the halfway point of winter.  In Japan it is the considerably more charming ume blossom that announces the coming season.

Exposed

自分の作品を見せる事は自身をさらけ出すということ.  それはより多くの、皮膚よりももっと深い何かである.  単なる裸とはまた違うもの.  それはX線検査により近い何か.  組織、骨、器官…  世の中の人々に自分の心臓を預けて検査してもらうような感覚.  その間の数分、あるいは数時間、数日、または数週間はそれなしで機能しなければならない.  それは容易なことではなく、苦しんだり、弱くなってしまったり、壊れてしまうかもしれない.  でもそれが終わる時、もし幸運に恵まれたなら.  心が以前よりも少しだけ大きく、強くなって戻ってくるかもしれない.

ギャラリーbe京都にて開催された私の個展、Checklistにお越し下さり、個展を応援して頂いた皆様、誠に有難うございました。

又、ギャラリーbe京都の内山　純一様、岡元　麻有様に心より感謝申し上げます。

Anytime you show your artwork you are exposing yourself.  It’s something more, something deeper than skin.  It is not mere nakedness.  It is something closer to an x-ray.  Tissue, bones, organs.  It is your heart you have invited the public to examine.  For some minutes or hours, days or weeks, you have to function without it.  This is not easy.  You may suffer, grow weak, break down.  When it’s over, if you’re lucky, your heart will be returned to you a little bit bigger, a little bit stronger.

Thanks to everyone who came to the gallery or showed their support for my exhibition, “Checklist” at be-kyoto gallery in Kyoto.

A very special thanks to Junichi Uchiyama and Mayu Okamoto of be-kyoto gallery.

Checklist: exhibition views

Filmed over three years in Japan this short film accompanies my exhibition "Checklist" at be-kyoto gallery in Kyoto January 28 - February 2, 2017.